Caretaker: The Poem

I found a wandering man in the park

with a tattered grey jacket

and eyes glazed over

His smile held the weight of the world

every moment spent fishing with dad,

every annual trip to the lake house,

every laugh line - the happiest days of his life

I sat next to him on a wooden bench

next to the leaves

in complete silence

ponderance

loneliness

"Who are you?"

he asked

"Dad, let's go home."

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